The Nudity Show.

I just had this conversation on the phone with one of our patrons. An older gentleman. The kind of person who likes to call theaters and complain about things that he doesn't like or understand.

Me: Thank you for calling BLAHBLAHTHEATER. HowcanIhelpyou?

Him: Yes. I...um...just received your theater newsletter and the next...um...show is A SHOW TITLE, is that correct?

Me: Yes, it is.

Him: Well, I can't help but notice that...um... there is a nude woman on the poster. Have you seen that?

Me: Yes, I have.

Him: Well, am I to take it to mean that there is nudity in this particular show?

Me: Yes, I think that there is. I haven't actually seen the show yet. It's still in previews, but I understand that there is, indeed, nudity in the show.

Him: Female nudity?

Me: Yes.

Him: Do you know if there is male nudity too?

Me: I don't believe that there is.

A Pause. (And I am thinking, "Well, here's when he unloads on me." This is probably a crazy, religious person who is going to go nuts about the nudity.")

Him: Okay. Well, I think then I would like to get a ticket.

Me: Would you like me to connect you with the Box Office?

Him: Oh, not yet. I need to check my calendar. I will call back. Can I still park in the Children's Hospital lot?

Me: Yes, you can.

Him: Thank you, you've been very helpful today.

And we hang up.

NOT how I thought that conversation was going to go at all.

Cheers,
Mr.B